Текст песни Nine f U-Neek - Tha Product
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[Chorus: U-Neek and Nine]Now I got the product to keep ya ass open I got the product to keep ya ass SMOKINI got the product two for ten Buy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin[U-Neek]A Red Doctor Spock, make your blood drip-dropI`m down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knotsAll I need to proceed with wordsis the chronic smoke from a little bit that herbAnd that`s my word, I slam it, now you "Scream" like Janetand Michael, the Bounce Squad psychoBuilt like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquerMore chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it?[Nine]I`m all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin HIGHEverything else is a alibiRobbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I`m the nig behind the trig`Bustin down the crap my niggaz love to clap (buck!)In the back put yo` knots in yo` socksPaid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo` blocksX marks the spot, loud as a gunshotTo be or not to be, I stay free like a maxiBloody to the third degree, HERE YE HERE YE[U-Neek](?) now it`s (?) that you don`t know my steelo (?)Discretion is advised, red eye from the buddhaMy sharpshooter hit the prosecutor now I`m through doneSwords be like juice with the trey-deuce stashinMy style`s on trial cause I`m into MC, bashinIn a sick fashion, I go overboardEvidence - bloody microphone cords[Chorus] - Nine and U-Neek reverse[Nine]I crack a Heine` and flip; my lyrics ain`t butter they Miracle WhipI`m on some other shitI spit, lyrics like a flamethrower, rollin in a Range RoverSmackin Casanovas, with my nine-leaf cloverYou`re over and done, stick a fork in `emI`m the ninth deadly venom, stick `em and hem `emMake `em blue like denim - niggaz screamin, "Mercy" like PercyI mean Perry, Mason I cut `em up like JasonYou got no idea who you facin![U-Neek]Now I`m pushin ninety-five down 95 in a `95850, Timberlands shittyNew York City, biddie clockin paintPart time rockin tank - I`m in the mix!My female dress down quick and slickThis rap shit is cool but I still flip a brickTote a pound out of town on the GreyhoundBack to the Boogie Down, then rock a rhyme with Nine[Nine]I got my eye on the pocket and I`m gonna sink itI`m feelin lucky like I`m hittin Salt and Jada PinkettI`m erasin your name, off the list of lyricistsWhile U-Neek blows you up like assistsYou can`t get with this, not even a little bitBlack man and black woman, sun and moon, no bullshitShe hits you like DIS, I hit you like DATShe hits you with a razor I hit you with a BATNow you flat on yo` back, wack as everTalkin that same ol`, "Hold up - wait a minute" nonsenseThe Heineken you meets is the Guinness, it`s all goodI`m Robin Hood - steal from the rich and KEEP ITWe got the best product in town, PEEP IT..[Chorus] - repeat 2X